Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Casper paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"You guessed perfectly; they did indeed provide my goods."

"That won't do. Guys who become America's lackeys usually don't end up well; they'll be targeted by random people."

So you want to kill me?

“No, I was just reminding you,” Isaac said. “The main thing I wanted to talk to you about was the second thing.”

"what?"

"Give me your dad's phone number."

"……what?"

“I need Floyd Hekmedya’s cell phone number,” Isaac repeated. “You’re his son, aren’t you? You should have his contact information.”

Upon hearing Isaac's words, Casper remained silent for a few seconds.

He then said with a smile, "Sir, you didn't kidnap me just to threaten him, did you? I don't think he cares about my life or death."

"Don't make me sound so terrible. I just want to have a friendly negotiation."

Isaac said with a smile.

He glanced at the time on his pocket watch and continued to Kasper, "Never mind, you don't need to give me your phone number. I'll drop you and the woman next to you off when the submarine surfaces. You just need to make a call afterwards."

“That’s no problem,” Kasper said. “So, what do you need me to say?”

“Just say, ‘Isaac wants to talk to you about the investment he made seven years ago.’ I believe he will be interested.”

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Still in Taboria, after randomly sending Kasper and Chingida to a Middle Eastern country, Isaac returned to Taboria.

The Mithril troops have also gradually withdrawn, and Isaac is currently residing in Colonel Maris's former villa.

After spending two days in the country, Isaac is now quietly waiting in his villa.

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

"Go open the door."

"Yes!"

The soldier nodded and then went to open the villa's gate.

Walking in was a middle-aged man in a black suit, Floyd Heckmedia, whom Isaac had met once seven years ago and had been blackmailed for five million dollars.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Hekmedia.”

"Indeed, it's been seven years."

Freud smiled, walked over, and sat down directly on the sofa in front of Isaac.

“When I heard Caspar tell me that a guy named Isaac was talking to me about investing, I instinctively thought of you, kid,” Freud laughed. “I knew you were something special seven years ago, but I never imagined you could do this much.”

"You discovered it?"

“I’ve discovered something, more or less,” Freud said. “You founded IW, didn’t you?”

Does your son know?

"He can guess that you have a connection with IW, but he would never think that you are the founder, after all, you are too young."

“I thought so too,” Isaac laughed. “I know you’re close to my mother, so it’s best not to tell her about this for now.”

"Haha, no problem."

After Floyd finished laughing, his eyes became serious.

"So, Isaac, what brings you here to discuss this matter? Are you here to confront HCLI about what happened in Tapestry?"

"of course not."

Isaac shook his head and took a document out of his pocket and gave it to Floyd.

Freud picked it up with some curiosity and was surprised to find that it was a share transfer right.

"This is……"

"Although I swindled five million US dollars from you, it was still IW's start-up capital, and 5% of IW's assets should rightfully belong to you."

"For just five million US dollars, you acquired a full 5% stake in IW. That's a pretty lucrative deal."

Floyd smiled, put down the file, and looked at Isaac, asking a question.

"I don't believe in something that's so cheap. Tell me, what are the conditions?"

“Integrate your HCLI into IW,” Isaac said. “In this world, one organization, IW, is enough.”

Chapter 1315: Cooperation Achieved

"You want...my HCLI?"

“Yes, I hope to merge HCLI into IW to achieve resource integration,” Isaac said with a smile. “As long as the two organizations can merge, with your logistics channels and IW’s industrial technology capabilities, no country or organization in the world can rival us.”

Upon hearing this, Freud looked at Isaac seriously, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, you really have big ambitions. You actually want to swallow up the logistics empire I've spent decades building. You have quite the appetite."

"You flatter me."

Isaac said.

"However, you're wrong about one thing. What I want to acquire is not just HCLI."

"what?"

“I want all of you, HCLI and Mithril,” Isaac laughed. “To swallow up all the military organizations scattered throughout the world, that’s what I want to do.”

"...Are you crazy?"

Isaac originally wanted HCLI, which Freud took as a joke, but little did he know that Isaac actually wanted to swallow up all the military groups in the world.

Common sense dictates that it is impossible.

“When I first started IW, some people thought I was crazy, but the fact is I succeeded,” Isaac said. “Maybe I should have stopped now, so I could have more money than I could spend in several lifetimes.”

"That's true. You've already done a great job."

Freud said this.

"I've lived to this age and seen too many cases of people falling because of excessive ambition... Those of us in the arms business may look glamorous on the surface, but we're actually just eating the leftovers left by those big countries. Once those people feel that you're out of control, they'll deal with you before you can develop further."

Do you think they'll come after me?

"..."

“You probably know this too,” Isaac laughed. “The IW also possesses nuclear weapons, and as a military organization, it doesn’t have as many concerns about using them as a nation. The United States tried to deal with me a few years ago, but nothing came of it.”

As Isaac spoke, he stood up from the sofa and looked down at Floyd.

“IW is different from your ordinary arms dealers. We are not the kind of people who have to cater to the United States for money. What I want is for all countries and organizations to have to do things according to our wishes from now on.”

"you……"

“IW never picks up the leftovers of great powers; we only snatch food from their hands.” Isaac’s eyes were fixed on the somewhat speechless Freud.

“I don’t want to be chased by the CIA and secretly do business. What I want to do is to swagger into the Capitol and step on those politicians’ faces to tell them that I’ve got all the business.”

Isaac said with a smile.

"That's the difference between IW and you arms dealers. You want money, we want the world."

After saying this, Isaac sat back down on the sofa.

He spoke to Floyd in a normal tone: "You used to be summoned by the court every now and then because of your arms business, but IW has never received a court summons. The reason is that those people know the pros and cons."

“Indeed, not just anyone can touch IW now,” Freud chuckled.

"You don't want to keep being chased by Uncle Sam's dogs, do you? Just join IW and no one can touch you, plus you'll get 5% of the shares."

Isaac paused briefly at this point before continuing.

"By the way, only 5% of IW's shares can be traded and transferred."

"...that is to say..."

“You’re the only one who can get shares,” Isaac laughed. “The rest of the organizations will gain nothing by joining IW; they will either submit or be forced to disappear. They will get nothing.”

“I see.” Freud laughed as well. “Looks like this is your way of being kind to me.”

"I've already told you, this is what you deserve for your investment seven years ago."

"If I refuse again, it would seem like I'm being ungrateful."

As Floyd spoke, he reached out his hand to Isaac.

Isaac naturally shook Floyd's hand, signifying that the two had reached an agreement.

“The transfer of HCLI won’t be completed overnight. I will be in contact with you gradually,” Freud said. “So, what’s next? Should I call you Isaac? Or Boss?”

"Let's call him Isaac."

Isaac laughed.

Then, his expression suddenly turned serious.

"Now that we're all on the same side, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"what?"

"Do you know what your daughter, Coco, is doing?"

"Coco?"

Freud thought for a moment, then said to Isaac, "She should be in charge of the European business, right?"

"You didn't ask her to work on anything like quantum computers, did you?"

“Of course not, we’re not a research organization.” After saying that, Freud asked, “What did she do?”

"She seems to be planning something."

Isaac's voice suddenly turned somewhat cold.

He looked at Freud and said in a somewhat warning tone, "Please tell your daughter not to do anything unnecessary. This is for the sake of our long-term cooperation."